Deadly rose hues blush her left cheek and bloom down her body like winter flowers
She sits in a corner
Darkness hugs her frail figure and crystal tears dry on her face like stalactites
She shudders at the sound of a door slamming
Desire to run freezes her body and she becomes more still than stagnant pond water
His tempered touch has left her fragile china body chipped and cracked
She is moments from breaking